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growing organic garden. She does
bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos,
voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing
kitty cat.
    Her books EcoErotica
(2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all
Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic
Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for
the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of
"exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where
awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind"
(without author's name available.)
    She can be reached on
her website at www.selenakitt.com
     
     

BABYSITTING
THE BAUMGARTNERS
    By Selena Kitt
    Ronnie—or as Mrs. Baumgartner insists on
calling her, Veronica—has been babysitting for the Baumgartners since she was
fifteen years old and has practically become another member of the family. Now
a college freshman, Ronnie jumps at the chance to work on her tan in the
Florida Keys with “Doc” and “Mrs. B” under the pretense of babysitting the
kids. Ronnie isn’t the only one with ulterior motives, though, and she
discovers that the Baumgartners have wayward plans for their young babysitter.
This wicked hot sun and sand coming of age story will seduce you as quickly as
the Baumgartners seduce innocent Ronnie and leave everyone yearning for more!
    Warnings:
This title contains sand, sun, micro-bikinis, graphic language, seriously
erotic erotica, lesbian sex, anal sex, sex toys, a MFF menage a trois
(threesome) between an older couple and their teen babysitter that may set your
Kindle on fire (or your print pages if you haven't yet been Kindle-assimilated)
and a coming-of-age fantasy that will rock your world.
    EXCERPT from
    BABYSITTING THE BAUMGARTNERS:
    When my legs felt steady enough to
hold me, I got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping myself in one of the
big white bath sheets. My room was across the hall from the bathroom, and the
Baumgartner's was the next room over. The kids' rooms were at the other end of
the hallway.
    As
I made my way across the hall, I heard Mrs. B's voice from behind their door.
"You want that tight little nineteen-year-old pussy, Doc?"
    I
stopped, my heart leaping, my breath caught. Oh my God. Were they
talking about me? He said something, but it was low, and I couldn't quite make
it out. Then she said, "Just wait until I wax it for you. It'll be soft
and smooth as a baby."
    Shocked,
I reached down between my legs, cupping my pussy as if to protect it, standing
there transfixed, listening. I stepped closer to their door, seeing it wasn't
completely closed, still trying to hear what they were saying. There wasn't any
noise, now.
    "Oh
God!" I heard him groan. "Suck it harder."
    My
eyes wide, I felt the pulse returning between my thighs, a slow, steady heat.
Was she sucking his cock? I remembered what it looked like in his hand--even
from a distance, I could tell it was big--much bigger than any of the boys I'd
ever been with.
    "Ahhhh
fuck, Carrie!" He moaned. I bit my lip, hearing Mrs. B's first name felt
so wrong, somehow. "Take it all, baby!"
    All?! My jaw dropped as I tried to imagine, pressing my hand over my throbbing mound.
Mrs. B said something, but I couldn't hear it, and as I leaned toward the door,
I bumped it with the towel wrapped around my hair. My hand went to my mouth and
I took an involuntary step back as the door edged open just a crack. I turned
to go to my room, but I knew that they would hear the sound of my door.
    "You
want to fuck me, baby?" she purred. "God, I'm so wet ... did you see
her sweet little tits?"
    "Fuck,
yeah," he murmured. "I wanted to come all over them."
    Hearing
his voice, I stepped back toward the door, peering through the crack. The bed
was behind the door, at the opposite angle, but there was a large vanity table
and mirror against the other wall, and I could see